Not the floral filler in all the girls' prom corsage, but the actual breath of a baby.
But just breast fed babies (sorry, formula breath is just funky!).
More specifically, MY breast fed baby.
I can't really explain it, but I know you nursing mama's out there know what I'm talking about. Baby's have a few distinct smells, not all of them pleasing, but my favorite, by far, is that sweet smelling boobie-breath. My fondness really comes in handy when Colleen decides to use my face as a chew toy.
I call it "baby-lovin'".
It's wonderfully messy!
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